All good things must come to an end. Max was a great pet. She offered us many great years and it was great to have her as a part of our family.
Max certainly used some of her 9 lives while with us. When we first brought her home, she somehow found her way under the kitchen cabinets! And there she stayed for a couple of days- or at least I think it was that long. Even with temptation from "fancy" canned food. Finally it took Dad threatening to use an electric saw to get her out. I remember sitting in front on the hole with my friend Rachel and pouncing on her when Max came shooting out of the hole.
I remember a few years later, when Max climbed a tree in the back yard. Now Max didn't just climb the tree. She went all the way to the top. There we were at the bottom staring up, offering food, cream, ice cream, dog food - anything and everything we could think of. Max edged her way out on to a branch. Dad said he knew just how to get her down. Get a blanket he said - he was going to shoot the branch out from underneath her! Soon after that Max climbed down on her own.
Max was not much of a hunter. So we never really needed to check to make sure that she was bringing something into the house. The one time that she did catch something, she managed to bring it into the house. There we were with a chipmunk running free in the house. I can't remember who - but the police were called to help get the chipmunk out. Was Mom ever surprised to come home from work to see the police in the yard.
Then there was the morning of the wedding. Max was out side and I was on the deck. Max flew across the deck followed very closely by Katie, Uncle Pete's dog. And Katie was followed by Uncle Pete. I didn't know that Max or Uncle Pete could still move that fast. Again Max was up in a tree. But in short time, she was down again.
Max enjoyed to go outside on Mom and Dad's balcony. From there she would walk across the window's in the sun room. It was funny to be sitting there sometimes and all of a sudden there would be a shadow moving overhead.
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